EDREI
"Cupboards like..where you put shit, or cupboards where you hoard things because you're worried about people seeing your mess when they come over?" Edy chirps back with a grin. "But no. I'm not really that sentimental about things." She adds with a shrug of her boney shoulders. It probably stemmed back to her upbringing as a Launceleyn and blah blah blah, but that all hardly mattered now. "Could just burn it in the street. Would anyone really care?" Cocking her head to the side, she fixes Sam with a mischievous smile. "Could roast some marshmallows over it and pretend we can taste 'em too. Could be all, no Sam, u have to Do iT LiKe ThIs tO maKe It PeRfEctly GoLdeN BrOwN." Cackling to herself, Edy fully assumes Sam is the type to get all controlling and worried about perfect marshmallow cooking.
Slouching against one of the walls, Edy folds her arms across her body and twitches her lips. "I mean..It isn't like you don't have the memories in your mind. Do you really need stuff to like...force you to remember shit? And from that look on your face, it doesn't at all seem like this shit is going to do anything other than bring you down." Pushing herself off the wall, Edy stalks forward and reaches for the statue of the dancer. "Who the hell are you keeping this for? Cause if you're doing it cause you feel obligated and not because you actually want any of this...then..." Holding the statue by the tip of a perfectly pointed toe, Edy dangles it over the trashbin with a brow raised.
Slouching against one of the walls, Edy folds her arms across her body and twitches her lips. "I mean..It isn't like you don't have the memories in your mind. Do you really need stuff to like...force you to remember shit? And from that look on your face, it doesn't at all seem like this shit is going to do anything other than bring you down." Pushing herself off the wall, Edy stalks forward and reaches for the statue of the dancer. "Who the hell are you keeping this for? Cause if you're doing it cause you feel obligated and not because you actually want any of this...then..." Holding the statue by the tip of a perfectly pointed toe, Edy dangles it over the trashbin with a brow raised.
who wants to fall in love
when you can fall asleep?
when you can fall asleep?
